A/N: Hi there! Thanks for giving this a chance. This is just a prologue, so please don't judge based solely on this chapter :p I don't own LOTR, or (as much as I'd love to) Legolas, but Viv is the product of my imagination. Thanks (:
I stare at the blank paper in front of myself on the messy desk. How should I start? There's so much I'd like to say, yet not enough words to express myself. I play with the pen in my hand and then sigh silently. Maybe I should start from the very beginning.
My name is Vivienne.
Good. I've written one sentence. The first is always the hardest one. Then my thoughts freeze again. Why did I even decide to write this thing in the first place? I don't really have a reasonable answer.
I was born i-.. Who cares where I was born? It's not what I'm trying to say here. I'd like to tell a short, yet very strange story, about myself. You may not realise it's true, nor believe it, which is totally.. okay. The important part is that you know about this. And you're the only one.
Expressions change on my face as I think for the next sentence. This is it.
This is the story of my life, however I will not start from the beginning, as one word is enough to describe the first moments of it: Happiness. This is the story of my life, starting from the breaking point, and all the way to the very end.
I glare at the paper, quite unhappy with what now lies there before my eyes. I don't have enough imagination to make it any better anyway, so I just leave it be and finish it with my signature.
I'd say see you, but a better way to end this would be; I hope you remember me when you find this. I hope this someway finds you, and no one else.
Yours truly and forever,
Viv